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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
The Wake,
MDC,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.