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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
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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.