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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Gong,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.