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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Technova,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.