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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Names,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.