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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.