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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Magma,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.