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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.