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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
X-101,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.