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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Franke 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.