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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
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Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.