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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Franke,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.