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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.