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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.