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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Swans,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.