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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.