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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
PIL,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.