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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.