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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Busters,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.