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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.