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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.