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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.