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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.