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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
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.