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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Darondo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.