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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.