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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Fear,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Television,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
World's Most,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.