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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Evens to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.