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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.