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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.