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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.