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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.