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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.