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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Brick,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.