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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.