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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Television,
The Gories,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.