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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
MC5,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.