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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Nico,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.