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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Average White Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.