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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.