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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
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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.