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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.