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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.