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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.