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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.