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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.