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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
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.