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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.