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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 güiro and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.