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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.