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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.