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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.