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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.