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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Japan,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.