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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.