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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.