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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.