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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
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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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
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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.