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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.