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 Uganda and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.