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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.