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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.