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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.