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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.