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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.