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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.