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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.