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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.