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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.