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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.