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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.