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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.