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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.