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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.