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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Television,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.