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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.