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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Doors,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.