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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.