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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.