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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.