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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.