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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Ossler,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
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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.