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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Associates,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.