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 Iraq and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.