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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
John Cale,
AZ,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.