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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.