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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Victims,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.