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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.