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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.