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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Motions 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.