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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.