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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.