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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.