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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.