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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.