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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Magma,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.