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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.