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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.