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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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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.