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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.