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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.