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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.