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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.