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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.