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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.