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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.