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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.