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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.