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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.