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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
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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.
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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.