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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Lyres,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.