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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.