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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.