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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Visage,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.