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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.