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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.