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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gong,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.