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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.