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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.