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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.