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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.