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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.