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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.