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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.