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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Japan,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
JFA,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.