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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Television,
the Association,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.