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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.