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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.