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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.