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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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?
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.