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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.