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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.