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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.