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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
X-101,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.