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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Brick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.