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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.