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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.