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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.