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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Little Man,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.