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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.