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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.