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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.