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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.