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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.