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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.