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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.