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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.