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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.