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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.