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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.