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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.