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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.