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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.