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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.