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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.