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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Faust,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.