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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.