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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Quantec,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.