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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.