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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Visage,
CMW,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
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.
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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.