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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.