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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.