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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Index,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.