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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.