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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Franke,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.