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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.