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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.