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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Names,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.