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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.