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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.