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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.