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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.