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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.