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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.