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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.