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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.