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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.