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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.