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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.