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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.