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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
X-102,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.