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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.