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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Human League to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.