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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
John Lydon,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.