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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.