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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.