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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.