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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Smog to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.