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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.