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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.