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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.