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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.