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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Television,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.