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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
PIL,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.