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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.