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 Brazil and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.