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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.