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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.