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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.