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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.