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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.