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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.