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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.