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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.