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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Oneida,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.