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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.