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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.