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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.