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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.