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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.