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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.