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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Jandek,
10cc,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.