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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
the Association,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Main Source,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.