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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.