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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.