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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.