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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
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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.