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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 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?
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.