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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.