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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.