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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.