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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.