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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.