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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 10cc to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
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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.