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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.