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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.