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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.