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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.