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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.