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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.