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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.