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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.