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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
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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.
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.