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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Erasure,
The Move,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.