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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
X-101,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.