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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.