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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.