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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.