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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Monks to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rekid,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.