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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.
You don't know what you really want.