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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.