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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Pylon,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
AZ,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.