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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.