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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.