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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.