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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Aswad,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.