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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.