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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.