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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
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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.
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.