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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.