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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.