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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.