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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.