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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Erasure,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.