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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.