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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.