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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.