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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.