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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Slave,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.