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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Visage,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.