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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Index,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.