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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.