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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.