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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.