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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
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.