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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.