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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.