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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.