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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.