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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.