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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.