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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.