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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.