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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.