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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.