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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.