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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.