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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Names,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.