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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.