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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pole to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Wire,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.