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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.