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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.