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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.