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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.