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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.