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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.