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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.