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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
DNA,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.