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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Television,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.