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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.