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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
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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.