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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
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.