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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.