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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.