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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.