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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.