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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.