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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Cale 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.