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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.