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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.