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 China and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.