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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.