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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.