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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.