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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Suicide to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Index,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.