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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
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.