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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.