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 Peru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.