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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 June Days to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.