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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 theremin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.