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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Q65,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.