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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.