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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.