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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Television,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.