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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
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.