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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.