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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.