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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Crime,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.