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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Franke,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.