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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
JFA,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.