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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.