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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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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.