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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.