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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.