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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.