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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.