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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.