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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.