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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.