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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.