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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.