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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
DNA,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
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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.