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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.