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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.