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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.