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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.