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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.