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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Gong,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.