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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 organ and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.