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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.