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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.