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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
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 Mummies,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Pole,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.