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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.