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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
DNA,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.