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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.