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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.