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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.