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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.