Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.