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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
the Slits,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.