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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.