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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.