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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.