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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.