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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Technova,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.