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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.