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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.