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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
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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.