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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.