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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.