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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.