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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.