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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.