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 North and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.