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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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?
X-102,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.