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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.