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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Magma,
Organ,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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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.