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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.