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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Index,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.