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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.