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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Darondo,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.