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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.