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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.