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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.