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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.