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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.