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 Suriname and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.