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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Q65,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.