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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Pagans,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
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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.