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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.