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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.