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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Television,
AZ,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.