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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.