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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.