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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.