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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.