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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.