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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.