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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.