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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.