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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.