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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.