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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.