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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.