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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.