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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.