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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.