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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.