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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Can,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.