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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.