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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Index,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Slave,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.