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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Index,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.