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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Smog,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.