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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.