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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.