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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.