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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.