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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.