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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.