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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
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.
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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.