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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
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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.