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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.