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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.