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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Martian,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.