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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.