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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Index,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.