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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Roxette,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.