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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.