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 Iceland and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Unwound,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.