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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.