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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.