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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.