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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Television,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.