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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.