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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
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,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.