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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
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.