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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.