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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.