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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Mars,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.