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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.