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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.