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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
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.