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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
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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.