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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
PIL,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
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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.