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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.