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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.