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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Names,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.