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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.