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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.