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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.