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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.