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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.