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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.