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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.