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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
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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.