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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.