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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.