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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.