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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.