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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.