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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.