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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.