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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a rhodes 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Darondo,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.