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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Scion,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.