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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.