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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.