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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.