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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Busters to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Can,
Little Man,
Television,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.