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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.