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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.