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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
MDC,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.