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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.