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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.