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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.