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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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You don't know what you really want.
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