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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.