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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.