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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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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.