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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
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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.