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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.