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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Magma,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Yaz,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.