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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.