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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
CMW,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.