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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.