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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Television,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.