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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.