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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Franke,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.