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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.