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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Magma,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.