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 India and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.