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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Remains,
Gong,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.