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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.