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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.