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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.