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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
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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.