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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.