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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
cv313,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.