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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.