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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.