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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.