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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Franke,
Inner City,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.