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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.