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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.