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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.