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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.