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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.