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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.