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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.