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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.