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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.