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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.