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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.