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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.