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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Can,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.
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.