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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.