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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.