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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.