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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.