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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.