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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.