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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.