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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.